Yusuf Zuck did not reveal himself but remained hidden, secretly observing. This world was peculiar, and its inhabitants equally so, prompting him to avoid exposing himself before figuring out his location.
The beggar-like small giant lacked any discernible cultivation aura—at least Yusuf Zuck couldn't determine his rank.
About two hours later, the small giant, having eaten and drunk his fill, sat cross-legged and stared at his ten chicken claw-like fingers.
At this moment, his hands had transformed into chicken claws. All the flesh and tendons had been gnawed clean, leaving only ten bare finger bones, still smeared with fresh blood.
"Sigh, ate them again. Who knows when this will end?" the small giant grumbled, then suddenly puffed up his cheeks and blew hard onto his hands!